Lyrics Dee Dee F. Baby - Moneygangdeedee

This for the niggas that's hating i know that it's hurting your feelings
They thought i was chilling
But now that I'm back in bitch with my niggas it's getting too serious
Couple niggas turn they back
Better stay where they at
They can pardon my back
We 20 deep in the trap
Big bro in back with a 50 round drum on the strap

Please do not talk out your brain
Cause my niggas wit it that's where they gone aim
Shit not a game
Since we lost big bro i swear that this ain't the same
When i sipping i was dropping a 2 or a 4
If the bottle was big or it's small
I wasn't worried bout niggas that's hatin
9 Times outta ten all them niggas is poor
I know how it feel
I had to get to the money
Soon as it call me im runnin
All that cappin you ain't saying nothing
I get you clipped with the click of a button
They thought i was coolin now i got em shook cause I'm buggin
And I'm throwing shots at whoever want em
Back to back hits i could drop when i wanna
Drop in the spring and then turn up the summer
AMG wagon i don't wanna no hummer
I'm in the stu Turn Me Up wit Bahama
I just might take my lil bitch to Bahamas
Forever 10B i put that on my mama
No skips on this tape i put that on Obama
I'm whippin this foreign i still got a Honda
Im chasing a million don't mix me in drama

Dee Dee F. Baby the goat i started the wave
I'm turnt on a regular day
But i ain't regular
I got the sauce for the play
Free all my dawgs our the cage
Know how we coming
I turn this shit to a trend
I'm in this shit to the end
Know that we run it
I don't need friends
Only the dead presidents